The Great Sea Serpent

There was a little sea fish of good family, the name of which I don't remember;
that the more learned will have to tell you. This little fish had eighteen hundred brothers and sisters,
all the same age; they didn't know their father or mother, so they had to care for themselves and swim
about on their own, but that was a lot of fun. They had plenty of water to drink - the entire ocean.
They didn't think about their food; that was sure to come their way. Each did as he pleased; each would
have his own story, but then none of them thought about that.

The sun shone down into the water, making it light and clear. It was a world full
of the strangest creatures, some of them enormously big, with great, horrible mouths that could sallow
all the eighteen hundred brothers and sisters, but none of them thought about that, either, for none
of them had ever been swallowed.

The little ones swam together, close to one another, as the herring and the mackerel
swim. As they were swimming along at their best and thinking of nothing in particular, there sank from
above, down into the midst of them, with a terrifying noise, a long, heavy thing which seemed to have
no end to it; further and further it stretched out, and every one of the small fish that it struck was
crushed or got a crack from which he couldn't recover. All the fishes, the small and the big as well,
were thrown into a panic. That heavy, horrible thing sank deeper and deeper and grew longer and longer,
extending for miles - through the entire ocean. Fishes and snails, everything that swims, everything
that creeps or is driven by the currents, saw this fearful thing, this enormous unknown sea eel that
all of a sudden had come from above.

What kind of thing was it? Yes, we know! It was the great telegraph cable that
people were laying between Europe and America.

There were great fear and commotion among all the rightful inhabitants of the ocean
where the cable was laid. The flying fish shot up above the surface as high as he could, and the blowfish
sped off like a gunshot across the water, for it can do that; other fishes went to the bottom of the
ocean with such haste that they reached it long before the telegraph cable was seen down there, and
they scared both the codfish and the flounder, who lived peacefully at the bottom of the ocean and ate
their neighbors. A couple of the starfish were so frightened that they turned their stomachs inside
out, but in spite of that they lived, for they can do that. Many of the lobsters and crabs got out of
their fine shells and had to leave their legs behind.

In all this fright and confusion, the eighteen hundred brothers and sisters had
all become separated, never again to know or even meet each other, excepting ten of them who had remained
at the same place; and after these had held themselves still for a couple of hours, they recovered from
their first fright and began to be curious. They looked about; they looked up and they looked down,
and there in the deep they thought they saw the frightful thing that had scared them, scared everyone,
big and little. There it lay along the bottom of the ocean, extending as far as they could see; it was
quite thin, but then they didn't know how thick it could make itself or how strong it was. It lay very
quiet, but that, they thought, could be a trick.

"Let it lie where it is! It doesn't concern us," said the most cautious
of the little fish.

But the very smallest one of them insisted on gaining some knowledge as to what
that thing might be. It had come down from above, so above one could best find out about it.

And so they swam up to the surface, where there was calm weather. There they met
a dolphin, which is a sort of jumping jack, an ocean rover, that can turn somersaults in the water.
As these have eyes to see with, he must have seen what had happened and should know all about it. They
inquired, but the dolphin had only been thinking of himself and his somersaults, had seen nothing, and
didn't know what to answer, so he kept quiet and looked proud.

Thereupon they turned to the seal who had just ducked down; he was more polite,
although seals eat small fishes, for today he had had his fill. He knew a little more than the dolphin.

"Many a night I have rested on a wet rock and looked far inland, miles away
from here; there live some sneaky creatures who, in their language, are called people; they plot against
us, but often we slip away from them, which I know how to do, and that is what the sea eel has done,
too. He has been in their power, up there on the earth, for a long, long time, and from there they carried
him off on a ship, to bring him across the ocean to a distant land. I saw what trouble they had, but
they could manage him, because he had become weak on the earth. They laid him down in coils and circles;
I heard how he 'ringled' and 'rangled' when they put him down, but still he got away from them. They
held on to him with all their might; many hands held fast, but still he slipped away from them and reached
the bottom; there he lies now, for a while at least, I think."

"He is rather thin!" said all the little fish.

"They have starved him," said the seal, "but he will soon be himself
again, fat and big around. I suppose he is the great sea serpent that people are so afraid of and talk
so much about. I had never seen him before and never believed he existed, but now I do; I'm sure he's
the sea serpent!" And with that the seal dove down.

"How much he knew! How much he talked!" said all the little fish. "We
have never been so enlightened before! If only it isn't all a lie!"

"We could swim down and investigate," said the smallest fish. "On
the way, we can hear what others think about it."

"We're not going to move a fin to find out anything more!" said the others,
and swam away.

"But I'm going to," said the smallest, and plunged down into deep water.

But the little fish was a considerable distance from the place where "that
long sunken thing" lay. He looked and searched in a direction down in the deep water. Never before
had he imagined the world to be so big. The herring swam in great masses, each school of them shining
like a mighty boat of silver; the mackerel also swam together and looked even more magnificent. There
were fishes of all shapes and with markings in all colors. Jellyfish, like half-transparent flowers,
simply lay back and let the currents carry them along. Great plants grew up from the bottom of the ocean,
as did fathom-high grass and palm-shaped trees, every leaf beset with shining shellfish.

At last the little fish saw a long, dark streak way down and swam toward it; but
it was neither fish nor cable; it was the gunwale of a large sunken vessel, the upper and lower decks
of which had been broken in two by the force of the ocean. The little fish swam inside, where the many
people who had perished with the sinking of the ship had since been washed away, except for two - young
woman lay stretched out with a little child in her arms. The water rocked them to and fro, and they
seemed to be asleep. The little fish became quite frightened, for he didn't know that they never again
could awaken. Seaweed hung like cultivated foliage over the rail above the fair forms of mother and
child. It was so quiet there, so lonely. The little fish hurried away as fast as he could, out to where
the water was clearer and there were fishes to see. He hadn't gone far when he met a young and terribly
large whale.

"Don't swallow me!" said the little fish. "I'm so small that I'm
not even a tiny bite, and it's a great pleasure for me to live!"

"What do you want way down here, where your kind never comes?" asked
the whale.

So the little fish told of the strange long eel, or whatever that thing was, which
had sunk and scared even the most courageous of ocean creatures.

"Ho, ho!" said the whale, and drew in such a lot of water that he had
to make an enormous waterspout when he came to the surface for a breath. "Ho, ho!" he said, "so
that was the thing that tickled my back when I turned around! I thought it was a ship's mast that I
could use for a back-scratcher! However, it wasn't in this location; no, that thing is much farther
out. I'll investigate it, though; I have nothing else to do."

And so he swam forth, the little fish following, but not too close, for there would
be a powerful stream where the big whale shot through the water.

They met a shark and an old sawfish. These two had also heard of the strange sea
eel that was so long and thin; they hadn't seen it, but they wanted to.

Then a catfish appeared. "I'm coming with you!" he said, and took the
same course. "If the great sea serpent isn't thicker than a cable, then I'll bite it in two with
one bite!" And he opened his mouth and showed his six rows of teeth. "I can bite dents in
a ship's anchor, so I can easily bite through that stem!"

"There it is!" said the big whale. "I can see it!" He thought
he saw better than the others. "See how it rises, see how it sways, bends, and curves!"

However, this was not the sea serpent, but an exceptionally large eel, who was
many yards long, and came closer.

"I've seen him before," said the sawfish. "He's never made much
fuss in the ocean here or frightened any big fishes."

And so they talked to him about the new eel and asked if he wanted to join them
on their voyage of discovery.

"If that eel is longer than I," said the sea eel, "then something
unfortunate will happen."

"That it will!" said the others. "There are enough of us not to
have to tolerate it." And then they hurried along.

But now, directly in their way, there appeared a strange monster, bigger than them
all. It looked like a floating island that could not hold itself up. It was a very old whale. His head
was overgrown with seaweed, his back beset with barnacles and so many oysters and mussels that his black
skin was entirely covered with white spots.

"Come along, old fellow," they said. "A new fish has come that we
will not tolerate!"

"I'd rather lie where I am," said the old whale. "Leave me in peace.
Let me lie. Oh, my, oh, my! I suffer from a dreadful sickness. The only relief I have is when I go up
to the surface and get my back above it; then the big, nice birds come and pick at me, and that feels
so good, as long they don't drive their beaks in too far; often they go right into my blubber. Just
see for yourself! There is a complete skeleton of a bird stuck in my back. That bird struck his claws
in too deep and couldn't get loose when I went down to the bottom. Now the little fishes have eaten
him. Just see how he looks, and how I look! I have a sickness!"

"That's just imagination!" said the other whale. "I am never sick.
No fish is sick!"

"I beg your pardon!" said the old whale. "The eel has a skin disease,
the carp has smallpox, and all of us have intestinal worms!"

"Nonsense!" said the shark, and didn't care to hear more; nor did the
others; they had something else to do.

Finally, they came to the place where the telegraph cable lay. It had a very long
resting place indeed at the bottom of the ocean, from Europe to America, over sandbanks and sea mud,
rocky formations and sea-plant wilderness, and, yes, entire forests of coral. The currents down there
change, and whirlpools twist around; fishes crowd each other and swim in flocks greater than the countless
multitudes of birds that people see when birds of passage are in flight. There are a commotion, a splashing,
a humming, and a rushing; a little of that rushing still remains to haunt the big, empty conch shells
when we hold them to our ears.

Yes, now they came to the place.

"There lies the animal!" said the big fishes, and the little one said
so, too.

They saw the cable, its beginning and end beyond their horizon. Sponges, polyps,
and seaweed swayed from the ground, rising and falling over the cable, so that now it was hidden and
then visible again. Sea porcupines, snails, and worms moved over it. Gigantic spiders, with whole fringes
of vermin on them, crawled along the cable. Dark-blue "sea sausages," or whatever the creatures
are called that eat with their entire bodies, lay beside it and smelled this new animal that had come
down to lie at the bottom of the ocean. Flounders and codfish turned about in the water, in order to
hear what was said from all sides. The starfish, who could hold himself down in the mud and keep his
eyes outside, lay and stared to see what would come of all this confusion. The telegraph cable lay motionless.
But life and thought were in it; human thoughts went through it.

"That thing is cunning," said the whale. "It's able to hit me in
the stomach, and that's my weak point!"

"Let's feel our way," said a polyp. "I have long arms; I have limber
fingers. I have touched it. Now I'll feel it a little more firmly." And then he stretched his longest
and most flexible arms down to the cable and around it. "It has no scales!" said the polyp. "It
has no skin! I don't believe it will ever bear young ones!"

The sea eel laid down alongside the telegraph cable and stretched himself as far
as he could. "That thing is longer than I am!" he said. "But it isn't length that counts;
one must have skin, stomach, and flexibility! The whale - that is, the young, strong whale - dove down
deeper than he ever had been. "Are you a fish or a plant?" he asked the cable. "Or are
you only some piece of work from above that can't thrive down here among us?"

But the telegraph cable didn't answer; it had no means of contacting anyone at
such a location. Thoughts were going through it, people's thoughts, which in a single second were heard
from land to land, many hundreds of miles apart.

"Will you answer, or do you want to be broken?" asked the fierce shark,
and all the other big fishes asked the same. "Will you answer, or do you want to be broken?"

The cable didn't move, but it had its own private thoughts, which it had a right
to have, considering that it was filled with other's thoughts. "Let them break me; then I'll be
hauled up and put in order again - that has happened to others of my kind who were in shallower waters." And
so it didn't answer; it had something else to do; it telegraphed and thereby did its just duty at the
bottom of the sea.

Up above, the sun was going down, as people say. It blazed like the reddest fire,
and all the clouds in the heavens glowed with a fiery hue, each more magnificent than the other.

"Now we're getting the red lighting," said the polyps, "and we may
be able to see the thing better, if necessary."

"At it! At it!" shouted the shark, showing all his teeth.

"At it! At it!" said the swordfish, and the whale, and the sea eel. They
rushed forward, the shark leading, but just as he was about to bite the cable, the swordfish, out of
pure anxiety, ran his saw right into the back of the shark; that was a great mistake, and the shark
had no strength left to bite. Everything became muddled in the mud. Big fishes, little fishes, "sea
sausages," and snails ran into one another, ate each other - clashed and gnashed. The cable lay
still and attended to its own business, as one should do.

The dark night brooded above; but in the ocean the millions and millions of small
living creatures lighted it. Crawfish, not even as big as a pinhead, gave out light. It is quite wondrous,
but now that's the way it is.

The ocean creatures looked at the telegraph cable. "What is that thing, and
what isn't it?" Yes, that was the question.

Presently an old sea cow appeared. People call these mermaids or mermen. This one
was a she, and had a tail and two short arms to splash with; she wore seaweed and parasites over her
breasts and head, and she was proud of this.

"Are you seeking knowledge and wisdom?" she said. "I am the only
one who can give you this; but in return I demand that you guarantee safe pasturage on the bottom of
the ocean for me and mine. I am a fish like you are, but I am also a crawling animal, through practice.
I am the wisest in the ocean; I know about everything that moves down here and about all that goes on
up above. That thing you are pondering over is from above, and whatever falls down from up there is
dead, or will be dead, and powerless; let it lie there for what it is. It's only a man-made invention.

"I believe there is more to it than that!" said the little fish.

"Hold your tongue, mackerel!" said the big sea cow.

"Stickleback!" said the others, and that was even more insulting.

And the sea cow explained further to them that this alarming thing, which, as a
matter of fact, hadn't uttered a single sound, was in its entirety nothing more than some new device
from the dry land, and she delivered a little lecture about people's deceitfulness. "They want
to catch us," she said; "that's all they live for. They stretch out nets for us, and come
with bait on hooks to tempt us. That thing there is some sort of big string that they think we are going
to bite. They are so stupid! But we are not! Don't touch that junk; in time it will unravel and all
turn to dust and mud. Everything that comes from up there cracks and breaks - is good for nothing!"

"Good for nothing!" said the other ocean creatures, and held onto the
sea cow's opinion, so as to have an opinion.

The little fish, however, had his own thoughts. "Perhaps that enormously long,
thin serpent is the most wonderful fish in the ocean. I have a feeling it is."

"The most wonderful," say we humans, too, and we say it with knowledge
and assurance.

The great sea serpent has long been the theme of song and story. It was conceived
and born by man's ingenuity and laid on the bottom of the ocean, stretching from the eastern to the
western lands, and carrying messages as swiftly as light flashes from the sun to our earth. It grows,
grows in power and length, grows year after year, through all oceans, around the world; it is beneath
the stormy seas and the glass-clear waters, where the skipper, as if sailing through transparent air,
looks down and sees crowds of fishes resembling many -colored fireworks.

Deepest down of all lies the outstretched serpent, a blessed Midgard snake, which
bites its own tail as it encircles the earth. Fishes and other sea creatures clash with it; they do
not understand that thing from above. People's thoughts rush noiselessly, in all languages, through
the serpent of science, for both good and evil; the most wondrous of the ocean's wonders is our time's.